Patient Tears

Left Alone I've wept on On the Floor I'm stepped on By Each Person that thinks they are helping. I know how to hold my composure, Scared to say, "Please, Lord Help Me" I've been hurt. Probably not as bad as you, or you probably not as bad as me- Not everyone believes, But not everyone can see The tears that Ive dropped, or reasons that I Grieve. Why try to see what shouldn't be seen? The same reason we touch what shouldn't be touched. We hear what we wish we never heard. I wish I had wings to fly past every bird. I would allow the clouds to see my tears. So I'll hold each drop until that dream can be fulfilled I guess I'm all alone, It's me, and my patient tears.